Anyway, last Thursday he woke up in the middle of the night and was crying about the pain on his tummy. I already had the feeling that it could have been the stubborn POOP (no, he's not constipated but he poops like an adult...meaning it comes out BIG and long...kkkkk), but seeing him cringe in pain while shouting " Mama, 아퍼! (A-po...meaning IT HURTS!)", made me wake up my hubby so we can rush little Zach to the nearest hospital. After getting an x-ray and getting a consultation with St. Mary's Hospital's E.R. pediatrician, we found out that little Zach had a couple of poops that needed to get out. He was given some kind of medicine so he could poop right away. After a couple of minutes inside the comfort room, little Zach left the E.R. with a big smile on his face and was happily blowing off flying kisses to everyone at the emergency room....kkkkk. How I wish the story ended there but there's more.
The next day I woke up in the middle of the night because I could hear little Zach shivering, I checked his temperature but there was no fever. Thinking that he was just COLD I covered him up with his blanket but he didn't stop from shivering. I woke up my hubby (in case you're wondering my hubby sleeps like a LOG....unless you HIT him on the face he wouldn't be aware of what's happening around him....a complete opposite of how I sleep, I always wake up with the slightest disturbing sound around me) and insisted that we had to rush little Zach to the E.R. again. On our way to the hospital, little Zach stopped shivering after sweating buckets so we decided to just head back home and let little Zach take a rest. At home, he started to have fever but as soon as I gave him the medicine for it he felt better. So we went back to bed and charged everything to experience.





























